Sheriff's manor - Culture Tour After-Party

[Madam Zaragoza]

Hermina looks blissfully on from Jean-Jacques lap on the chaise longe. Not much would move her now.

[alanwrotethis]

Dukes settles, in, a moment of thought on the questions, a moment of sadness as he regards his hiking stick.

.... when Aurelia makes her challenge, his aura flares a palpable, furious red, traces of his emotions visible via auspex across the entire room.
"No! No! Unacceptable!"
He stands, head turning to Aurelia.
"-Aurelia. You hate dominate, what are you, why are you? No."
He turns to Keane.
"I will not have this trespass here, not in the house of the Sheriff, not in my house, I will not have that act become a memory in the building I fucking sleep in!"
He pauses, taking a breath, forcing a smile.
"Dear elders... gathered kindred... we are all in our cups, surely it would be... unwise... to exercise our magics so freely?"
He walks over to the counter, locating the cork for his brandy and re-sealing the bottle.
"Shut up," he says, to an empty corner of the room.

[L .]

Aurelia turns blearily, and opens and closes her mouth in surprise.

"He's not going to actually be able to..." she trails off, as Dukes' aura registers. Clarity returns to her with difficulty, but something of his words must pierce the opium fog because Aurelia looks over at Keane, back at Dukes, and finally nods, but slowly.

"All right." Her voice is softer. "How about this instead: Elder Keane, provide to me a pint's measure of your blood. Sheriff... you have a vessel?"

She clearly feels she's won this, and Keane's out.

[Posh-Tim]

When Aurelia rounds on him Keane is a little shocked, at her request... His eyes go wide. He makes a horrible *blortch* kind of a noise and swallows hard returning his stomachs contents from whence they came.
He sways a moment. His aura is filled with a thick sludge of disgust. Outwardly he tries to return his composure.
"You actual-l-l-ly want me to don't you?" he says stumbling half way through the sentence. He isn't holding it up very well, his face a picture of a child eating a lemon.
At Dukes' responce there is a wave of appreciation from Keane even as the Sheriff walks away he looks like he's about to mouth the words "Thank-you" but doesn't.

At Aurelia's replaced request Keane almost, Almost, but doesn't quite sneer.
"Oh I suppose next we will dare each other to grant a life boon?"
He shakes his head.
"No, I will take my leave of this game, a shame I think."

He thinks for a moment, feeling cruel after the personal invasion. He turns to Aldritch, where he is draped over the couch next to the clanmate that had just provoked him so.
"Elder Aldritch, this is part truth, part dare. I wish you to pick from the other clans here assembled. Choose one and tell me how that clan is superior to your own."
He stops without pride his aura filled vague annoyance. He forgets himself a little and puts his arm around Valentina for comfort. Then begins sulking in a truly elder fashion.

[Manacledairman]

Aldrich pissedly sits up straight and straightens out his tie.

"Now that is an interesting dare elder. And proof as to why my earlier truth rings true." He chuckles. "How about this? You pick the clan. Try to make this more painful for me." He smirks at Keane

[L .]

Aurelia brushes imaginary lint off her shoulder and smiles sweetly at Keane. Unfortunately her hand misses and she clumsily gets the air.

[Posh-Tim]

Keane is clearly not in much of a party mood any more. He eyes up the potential candidates, Brujah, Toreador, Tremere. His eyes linger on Aurelia for a moment...
"Because I remember the sheriffs rules, I will not pick something that will be dangerous." He pauses again to emphasise the point.
"I will make it easy, the Clan Malkavian."
He goes back to sulking some more.

[alanwrotethis]

Dukes sits down next to Aurelia, aura still tinged with anger.
"Good... challenge... elder Keane."
He turns to Aurelia, gestures to speak... says nothing. Back to the room.
"Maybe... it would be unfair to count Keane as eliminated... he is an elder surrounded by warlocks after all, a gift of vitae means something very different to a wizard.
He takes off his glasses and rams them into his pocket, agitated.

[L .]

"It's not dangerous for any of us," Aurelia says easily, smiling lopsidedly. She stretches her head back onto the chair, and one leg out.

Through half-closed eyes she can see Dukes, and frowns. The room blurring slightly, it's not easy to collect herself to sit a little straighter, but she eventually manages and waves a hand. "Fine. A simple dare then, that I hope knocks you out. Convince my Clanmate here to passionately kiss you."

[Posh-Tim]

Keane sits sulkily a little longer then nods. Elder Aldritch seems to be fairly far gone by his estimation so it might be possible. He focuses a moment to clear his mind and his aura, meditative techniques coming in handy again. It takes him a little longer than expected but that was probably the opium. He stands, and nearly falls straight over, definitely the opium then.
He walks slowly and carefully over to the Elder then kneels besides him. His aura pensive

"Elder Aldritch, should you believe my clan in some way superior to your own, then perhaps you would grace me with a kiss."
He thinks for a moment before adding.
"And I offer a trivial boon, in return for for such a courtesy"